Post by Ethan Siagath on Apr 9, 2011 15:18:04 GMT 10
"You think me some small town bully?"
Ethan could of scoffed at that. He knew what the boy was. He let his anger conquer him, and thus, why wouldn't Ethan find a form of amusement in his intoxicated state? Even if he knew he should try at least, to fight back, he decided he wouldn't. Ethan didn't see the point, the boy would make a name for himself, and the people of the bar would see Ethan as the defenseless drunk, who had gotten beat. Surely, in the end that would work toward him, instead of against him. Right now, Ethan didn't mind it if he had to endure pain. He was use to it. And if it furthered his plans, then so be it.
Barely a heartbeat went by, as the words of the boy's sunk in, and his ribcage was attacked. Fingers creating an intense heat of pain, bursting through, then again to his neck. The next actions lead to Ethan dropping his glass, shattering instantly as it hit the ground. Mixing with the other pieces of glass, Ethan had purposely broken before. He had to remind himself, that he was doing this for his plans, as the boy gripped hold, and met his eyes. Ethan's lacking in anything that would resemble life. As he stared back. Neither pain, nor care would ever be found there.
Then he found himself on the ground and sliding across the floor. The glass that had been on the floor now stuck into his back. Stabbing in deeper as he slid. Yet he hardly noticed as his head, once again smacked into something. Blood blinding his right eye, as it flooded. Making everything appear red from one side.
Gravity was on standstill, as he found himself floating. No. That wasn't right, hands were holding him up, and a mouth was talking to him. A voice sprouting out a meaningless jumble. He didn't care what the boy thought of him. The boy didn't know him, and by the words he liked to say, didn't know he enough to know that he didn't. He just liked to use his abilities more so than others would approve of.
Ethan managed to laugh though. At the thought of C.C as a human. She wasn't. Vampire's didn't get that privilege.
It was pulled from his thoughts, as the crisp air reached his lungs. The stench of the alley having muddled with smoke and cheap perfume. He just had time to crunch up his nose as it assaulted him, making him aware that he was currently outside. Before his body erupted in agony, and sharp points were sticking out of him, while he felt, rather than heard his bones crack inside of him.
He could smell only his blood, his eyes having closed from the blood intruding into both of them. When once again his head found itself forced to slam into something. The white dots of surrender luring him to the sweet world of darkness. The dull echo of footsteps fading, just as his grip on the world was.
Ethan could of scoffed at that. He knew what the boy was. He let his anger conquer him, and thus, why wouldn't Ethan find a form of amusement in his intoxicated state? Even if he knew he should try at least, to fight back, he decided he wouldn't. Ethan didn't see the point, the boy would make a name for himself, and the people of the bar would see Ethan as the defenseless drunk, who had gotten beat. Surely, in the end that would work toward him, instead of against him. Right now, Ethan didn't mind it if he had to endure pain. He was use to it. And if it furthered his plans, then so be it.
Barely a heartbeat went by, as the words of the boy's sunk in, and his ribcage was attacked. Fingers creating an intense heat of pain, bursting through, then again to his neck. The next actions lead to Ethan dropping his glass, shattering instantly as it hit the ground. Mixing with the other pieces of glass, Ethan had purposely broken before. He had to remind himself, that he was doing this for his plans, as the boy gripped hold, and met his eyes. Ethan's lacking in anything that would resemble life. As he stared back. Neither pain, nor care would ever be found there.
Then he found himself on the ground and sliding across the floor. The glass that had been on the floor now stuck into his back. Stabbing in deeper as he slid. Yet he hardly noticed as his head, once again smacked into something. Blood blinding his right eye, as it flooded. Making everything appear red from one side.
Gravity was on standstill, as he found himself floating. No. That wasn't right, hands were holding him up, and a mouth was talking to him. A voice sprouting out a meaningless jumble. He didn't care what the boy thought of him. The boy didn't know him, and by the words he liked to say, didn't know he enough to know that he didn't. He just liked to use his abilities more so than others would approve of.
Ethan managed to laugh though. At the thought of C.C as a human. She wasn't. Vampire's didn't get that privilege.
It was pulled from his thoughts, as the crisp air reached his lungs. The stench of the alley having muddled with smoke and cheap perfume. He just had time to crunch up his nose as it assaulted him, making him aware that he was currently outside. Before his body erupted in agony, and sharp points were sticking out of him, while he felt, rather than heard his bones crack inside of him.
He could smell only his blood, his eyes having closed from the blood intruding into both of them. When once again his head found itself forced to slam into something. The white dots of surrender luring him to the sweet world of darkness. The dull echo of footsteps fading, just as his grip on the world was.